Abyss Express

Chapter t.20 Scrub Scrub·Shua! Uh-huh!

[Part①·Body wipe]

"So what are you going to do?"

The handsome young master put his arms around Mr. Main's shoulders and asked in a low voice.

"Lord Man Yin, do you want to wait until this woman takes a bath? Are you willing to step into this room?"

This evil spirit is the collection of the great devil Fret, a native of Amitlan and a descendant of a noble family in the western continent of Shambhala - his name is Korkin Romani.

He has a handsome and tender face, fair and pretty like a girl. If it weren't for the stubble on his chin and the nasolabial folds on both sides of his nose, this face would almost look like a feminine face carved out of a statue of the God of Beauty.

"That's what I meant." Man Yin stood outside the door and refused to go any further, and said sternly: "There are also sneak attack etiquette, Mr. Corkin, I don't want to face a naked female orangutan."

"Bang!" Korgin flipped up his long hair, his face full of disdain.

The task assigned by Devil Fret is to kill Flavia Sissy Marcus. In addition to the requirement of "not hurting the face", what method should be used to kill? Is it an honest duel or cruel and vicious? Assassination—none of that matters.

The important thing is that he Corkin Romani's Necronomicon!

As long as this small task is completed, the contract of sale can be fulfilled in advance and part of the debt can be paid off.

Young Master can also be reborn as soon as possible and settle a few accounts before he can be free.

A dark wind blew up in the corridor, and a cloud of sand and dust emerged from the evil spirit's palm——

——This strange spiritual energy is Korkin’s soul power.

Main asked: "Are you going to take action directly?"

"Miss Flavia is still taking a bath. This is the best time. She is defenseless and has no pyroxene." Corkin said: "My [Scrub Scrub·嗰!嗰!] is secretly causing trouble. , it will definitely hurt her seriously."

Main did not understand the evil spirit of Korkin, nor did he know what this greasy-headed and pink-faced boy was capable of - he knew nothing about his comrade's past.

"Mr. Colkin, how did you come to be in this book? Why did it become the boss's collection?"

The young master responded without hesitation, and cast a spell to guide the spirit body on the other side. The sand and dust got into the crack of the door, turning into a cold and evil energy, and went straight to the bathroom.

"My lover Ingram was seriously ill. I went around seeking medical advice, looking for alchemists, and buying all kinds of philosopher's stones and philosopher's stones, hoping to create a panacea. As a result, my lover drank the potion and his condition became worse. But it’s not getting better.”

"I spent a lot of money and was so poor that I went to the streets to beg for food, so Fret came to help me."

"I signed a contract with him and cured my beloved by exchanging one life for another, and my soul belongs to Fret."

"It wasn't until I moved into the Necronomicon and talked with my friends in prison that I realized that Ingram was not sick at all - this poor and lovely girl was cursed by Frater."

"I have been tricked by the devil, and I will not be reincarnated after death. I must continue to work for him."

"Now I just want to escape as soon as possible. There is no psychological burden on me to help Fret kill people. After all, if you are weak, you will be beaten, and if you are stupid, you will be deceived. This is an iron law that cannot be violated and a cruel law of survival."

Mr. Mann felt sweat dripping from his forehead as he heard this, and felt inexplicably happy at the master's ruthless methods. It was precisely because of Fret's cruel mind that he could stay at peace and contentment at the Violet Sunrise Hotel as the lobby manager. He was honest and honest. Part of me is the devil's lackey.

Main: "Is it that simple?"

Corkin responded impatiently: "It's that simple. Do you want to hear something else? For example, I battled wits and courage with this devil for several rounds, but in the end I found that it was all in vain? It's all a clown doing it to me. Extra drama?"

"Oh! Oh" Mann stopped asking, not wanting to cause trouble for his teammates: "You can just use your talents!"

A beautiful body was revealed in the mist of water. Flavia had just walked out of the bathroom and came to the side of the sink in the bathroom, ready to take a body towel to clean herself.

She dyed her hair black again, stared at the reflection in the mirror carefully, and carefully applied the hair dye to the bright red hair little by little.

The healthy wheat-colored skin of the person in the mirror also dazzled her eyes - she was so narcissistic that she was almost fascinated by her own blood-giving body.

After rinsing the excess hair dye off her head again, she became an "ordinary person". She grabbed a body towel to absorb the water on her head and felt the rough touch of the velvet cloth against her facial skin, making her steamy. A stream of warm air rushes out of the bathroom, which is refreshing. If you get into bed at this time and bring this refreshing and warm fragrance in, you will definitely have a good sleep.

At this moment, Flavia was ready to clean up the dewdrops on her arms.

Hang the towel on your arm and wipe it lightly——

——She felt a burning tingling sensation! For a moment, the hair on my hair stood on end.

"What's going on!! Why! Why does it hurt so much!"

Suddenly waking up from her drowsiness, she peeled off the velvet cloth on her arms and saw the bloody flesh rolling outwards!

The skin on the left upper arm has rotted away! As the arm was raised, pink and white muscles expanded outwards, blood vessels burst, and red blood continued to spray out.

"My arm. My palm!"

The hand that had just grabbed the body towel was now in a state of peeling off a layer of flesh. The moment the fingertips left the flannel, it was like being scratched by a steel wire. Flavia's face showed a look of horror. , I saw that the palm of my right hand also became bloody!

"Alas!!!"

She screamed loudly, stepped back and slipped to the ground. My legs kicked against this strange and inexplicable fabric, my feet stepped on this soft and warm towel, and a piece of flesh was immediately missing.

The pain made her whole body tense, and she no longer dared to touch this strange body towel——

——She was panting and couldn't say a word. Her wildly beating heart and frightened brain had caused her to stop thinking.

She just held the wound, watching the blood soak into the floor tiles little by little, watching the water in the bathroom roll the piece of cloth toward the floor drain.

She was naked, and this strong sense of shame caused her soul to be severely traumatized. To use a wonderful metaphor - it's like a big dog suddenly crawling in through the crack of the door while using the toilet, Take a hot bite. In this state, the brain cannot help at all.

"Is it a soul power attack?"

Queen Sissi finally came to her senses, which was different from the Crying General's character that was always startled.

She always had to slow down, needing some time to digest the shock effect of fear, and wake up completely from the tiredness. She finally smelled the cold and sweet strange spiritual pressure in the air, and felt the tidal zone of psychic energy. Comes with changes in room temperature.

The injuries on her body are slowly healing. This is the magical power brought by the blood-granting body. There were two palm-sized "skin wounds" on her upper arms. The large area of ​​skin peeled off, causing rapid blood loss and inflammation of her muscle tissue. But there is no need for a panacea, these injuries have begun to stop bleeding and heal on their own.

The albumen spontaneously combined again and turned into new flesh and hair. She retreated naked to the living room. When she returned to the living room, the blood marks left on the injured foot became increasingly blurred, and the wound had completely healed.

"We need to find the crying general!" Flavia's eyes were panicked but not insane. She looked at the crucial door. The only entrance and exit of the suite must be guarded by enemies: "You can't go this way! But if you don't go out through this door !How do I find help?!”

Even though it was a hot summer, the hot sea breeze in the South Sea of ​​Pompeii at night changed with the spiritual pressure and turned into cold steel knives, quickly taking away Flavia's already low body temperature——

——In order to maintain the integrity of this physical body, the holy blood in her body searched for the remaining Homo sapiens energy in her belly, and Flavia began to feel hungry.

The moment the injury was completely healed, she could hear her stomach growling. Without clothes to maintain her body temperature, and without fresh human flesh, she would soon turn back into a beast.

"Only on me? [Fairy Tale Queendom·Fairy Tale Kingdom]! Help me!"

The spirit with the head of a snake and the body of a bird emerged from the back. This beautiful and gentle incarnation appeared beside Flavia. However, there was no specific order or clear intention. The soul just stood there, trying to consume Flavia. Ya's mental power.

She didn't know where the enemy was, how he specifically attacked, or whether he was a human or a ghost.

[Part②·River of blood]

Soon, the cold and hunger made Flavia weaker and weaker. In just ten seconds, [Fairy Tale Queendom·Fairy Tale Kingdom] returned to her physical body——

——The moment when body and soul merged into one, she almost fainted.

She braced herself up, her eyelids were trembling, and she hung herself by the counter in the living room and walked to the bedroom. If she wanted to find the alchemy suitcase, she had to at least find a pair of warm and cold-proof pajamas. Otherwise, she would fall into the door of death in the next few minutes. !

"why"

She still didn't understand why she was attacked by such vicious soul power.

"Why are you bullying me? Why? Did I do something wrong?"

"why"

The terrifying desire to self-destruct took over, and she even began to feel sorry for herself.

"It would be nice if you fell asleep."

"I just want to take a break. Take a break."

"Dying in a dream is gone all at once! All at once!"

"It won't be so painful."

"Ugh! I shouldn't have come here"

It is not easy for a frustrated mind to regain its strength, and not everyone has the incredible fighting will of Anonymous.

As soon as Flavia crossed the living room and reached the bedroom, she felt the pain of skinned wrist bones on her feet——

——She took two steps and when her soles completely left the entrance carpet, the entrance carpet, which was originally used to separate mud, dust and sewage, had turned into a psychic trap that broke bones and muscles.

The sole of her foot left the steel brush that was grinding teeth and sucking blood, and a piece of flesh and bone fell down!

She was so hurt that she lost her mind. She threw herself on the wooden floor and hit her head on the bed. A bloody dent was made on her forehead. Her temple was severely injured and her eyes had double shadows.

Finally, the survival instinct took over. She grabbed the bed quilt tightly and held it for a while, so as not to fall unconscious on the spot. Her eyes were already bloodshot. This series of ambushes made her so frightened that she could only be beaten passively. .

She couldn't understand these strange and inexplicable phenomena, and she didn't know where these injuries came from.

In the state of being completely naked, the pain when the skin falls off is also mixed with a strong sense of shame——

——She felt like a piece of pork, being manipulated under the knife of a butcher, and all her weaknesses were exposed to the eyes of the enemy.

The room was quiet, and she could only hear her own heavy breathing and frightened and cowardly sobs.

This kind of emptiness and silence is not a bad thing. In addition to amplifying her fear, she can also hear the messy and regular "Scrub Scrub·swish! Swish!" - which makes her hair stand on end.

This sound seemed to be scratching her bones, making the wounds on the soles of her feet even more painful.

When the palms left the quilt, the pain was transferred to the fingers with the sound!

"Uh-huh! Uh-huh."

Flavia whimpered, and the flesh on her palms separated again. The moment she let go of the braid of the quilt, the flesh and blood immediately fell apart, and her blood was everywhere.

This time, the desire to self-destruct in my heart disappeared.

She endured so much pain that she began to get used to it and became numb.

"Flavia!"

The real age is close to thirty-seven years old, this blood-giving monster said to himself.

"Flavia! Calm down!"

"It's not fatal! Flavia! It's not fatal!"

Enemies hiding in the dark can use psychic long-range attacks, but the damage is not fatal——

——It can't take away Flavia's head at once, it can't tear open her carotid artery, it can't interrupt her spinal center, and it can't break through the skull and reach directly to the hypothalamus center of consciousness.

She could endure all this pain.

There's only one thing I can't accept -

——Her beloved Miss Duran may never see her again.

She must not die here, even if she cannot be rescued by the crying general, she must save herself!

When she got up again, she was so hungry that her eyes turned blue. But he didn't rush to find the alchemy suitcase or the food condiments in the small bottle.

"The enemy can't see me."

"What did he rely on to track me? My body temperature is very low."

"If I can't see it, the spirit body won't be able to locate me."

"Concentrate, Flavia, and stay focused."

"Don't go any further!"

Her back pressed against the side panel of the wardrobe. In this corner, she could avoid the draft from the terrace and the living room walkway. Keep your body heat on this warm piece of wood.

"Did he find me by relying on the temperature of the water in the bathroom? His spirit body can cling to the uneven velvet cloth. That cloth is like a steel brush! If you touch it, you will see blood! It hurts so much."

Flavia pulled her hair to keep the wet strands away from her shoulders and neck. It was too cold.

"As long as I am bleeding, he can rely on these elements to find me."

"Carpets and bedding are also textiles. Just like body towels, they can become weapons of the enemy. As long as that sound is heard - Scrub Scrub, the sound of swishing is heard, and he is setting a trap to transfer the spirit body."

"What kind of perversion is this?!"

Flavia exclaimed.

"Can't I get dressed?!"